My Love-Hate Relationship with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. I was that person. You know, the one who’d roll their eyes at the mention of shopping from China. “It’s all cheap, plasticky junk,” I’d declare, sipping my overpriced latte in a boutique here in Portland. My wardrobe was a carefully curated mix of local designers and sustainable brands I could barely afford on my freelance graphic designer salary. I wore a lot of black, embraced the “artistic minimalist” vibe, and prided myself on my discerning taste. Then, last winter, my favorite pair of wide-leg trousers—the perfect drape, the exact shade of charcoal—developed a tragic hole. The brand had discontinued…